Office!AU LevixReaderxEren Part One

    It's raining outside, the chill air fogging the windows and making your breath cloud in front of you. Cursing under your breath, you dread the evening jam, only made worse by the damn downpour.

    A buzz sounds from the pager at your hip, and you blink out of your reverie, hand reaching towards it and clicking it open.

    Got the outlines done for the presentation on Outreach. Need it to get to CEO.

    Exhaling sharply, you press your lips together in a thin line. Just great to top off the shitty mood you have.

    The chair complains, creaking as you push it back, and you grab your clipboard and run a hand through your dishevelled (h/c) hair. You'd just cut it a week ago, and still weren't used to it.

    You walk out of the office and into Jean's, whose room is directly beside yours. Knocking, you push open the door, not waiting for his permission. He sits at his desk, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his usual business-like expression screwing his face up tightly.

    “If you keep doing that, your face will freeze that way,”  you joke, crossing your arms.

    He looks up, scowling at you, before sloppily gesturing to a yellow folder entitled 'Outreach Pitch' on it. “The Outreach outlines are there. The boss needs it now. Seems like he's in a mood today,” he grumbles.

    You reach forward, handling the folder carefully as you begin to walk out the door. “And he's not the only one,” you say, smiling to yourself and leaving before you can catch his response.

    You look at the folder in your hands, sighing. Jean and you had been working on this the whole night,  emailing and calling and barely getting any rest. If Levi really was in a bad mood... you didn't even want to think about how he'd shoot down the pitch you'd been working on.

    Suddenly finding your throat dry, you decided to make a quick detour to the pantry. You needed at least a sip of water before you saw Levi.

    He... He always made everything more painful for you. Always has.

    Shaking your head wearily, you twist your neck, hoping to get the knots in it undone, and turn the corner… Only to bump into Eren Jaeger, assistant supervisor.

    “Shit!” He exclaims, and you swerve-just as the rich brew of coffee spills all over his shirt. Oh, hell, you moan in your head. Could things get any worse?

    “Frick, I'm sorry. Shit. Shit,” you hiss, scrambling for the nearest tissue box and frantically wiping the brown liquid off his shirt. Your hands graze hard muscle through his shirt when you wipe past his abdomen, and you blush, cursing yourself for actually noticing.

    “Ah, it's fine, really,” he says, grabbing your wrist. You blink up at him. He's half smiling at you, an awkward, bashful expression on his face. “I'll handle it myself.”

    You drop your hand away, extremely embarrassed by the entire situation. “Sorry about that,” you mumble. “Wasn’t watching where I was going.”

    He studies you for a while, before smiling at you. “Hey, you spilling coffee on me beats anyone else doing the same anyday,” he says, and you smile back. “But where were you headed to in such a rush?”

    “I was hoping to get some water, before I popped by the CEO’s place,” you sigh. “Apparently he's in a shitty mood.”

    Eren’s mouth quirked sideways. “That sounds like Levi to me,” he quips, and you smile.

    “Anyways,” he said. “I was heading to Levi's too. I'll grab you some bottled water and we'll head there together. Alright?”

    The protest has barely slipped past your lips before he goes back into the pantry, opening the tiny fridge and handing you a cool bottle, your fingers brushing. You pull away as fast as you can, turning away. You don’t want him to see the unsightly shade of red on your cheeks.

    The both of you walk in comfortable silence, and you twist the bottle open, downing its refreshing contents. You glance at Eren, his tall form striding purposefully next to you, and your thoughts wander.

    You've known Eren since you were in high school, though you never really  talked much. He was always the obnoxious kid who made annoying comments and got told to stand in the hallway. But seeing this man, this accomplished man with his pleasant demeanor and charming smile, one could only imagine how long ago that only was.

    He nudges you, and it's only then that you realize that he'd asked you something. And that you were staring.

    “Pardon?” You say, mentally chastising yourself for making such an obvious blunder.

    He smiled. “I was just asking if you'd cut your hair,” he said. “It looks good on you.”

    You look at him. Is he flirting? You can't tell. Oh well then... “I’m sure everything looks good on me, ' You joke acerbically, tucking a too short lock of hair behind your ear.

    He stops walking, and so do you. He's wrestled something short and black out of his pocket, and when he holds it up for you to see, you realize that it's a black bobby pin. You’re silent as he reaches over and pins the stray lock in place,  smiling at his handiwork.

    “Your girlfriend's?”  You ask with a shaky smile.

    He shakes his head, looking at you with a knowing look on his face and a mischievous glint in his eye. “My baby sister's. Don’t  worry.”

    “Oh.” You keep walking, hoping that it would distract you enough to get that ridiculous blush off your  face. You're a 25 year old woman, (Name), you scold yourself. Get yourself together!

    You eventually reach Levi's door, and Eren knocks, twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open for you to enter first.

    You hear a woman's bubbly giggling and are not at all surprised to see Petra from Publicity sitting opposite Levi, her legs crossed in a come-get-me way. But what peeves you is Levi, sitting there like he actually has no clue what the hell is going on. Like he doesn't know that the woman in front of him has the hots for him, and would gladly let him screw her on his mahogany table in a heartbeat.

    You try not to look too annoyed as Levi and Petra look up as you come in. Levi's eyes narrow even further as his eyes flit from you to Eren. He presses his lips together, before turning to Petra and saying, “Sorry, but we have to continue this conversation another time. Do come by to discuss this again, though.”

    Petra nods, a megawatt smile on her face as she gets up, her high heeled foot brushing against his ironed pants leg under the table. “Definitely,”  she trills. Her form is perfect as she walks out the door, hips swaying like a hula doll. You grimace in disgust. If she was the kind of woman Levi liked, there was definitely no hope for mousy-looking you to lift Levi from the siren's spell.

    Eren cleared his throat. “ Sir, you needed to see us?”

    Levi gets up, retaking his position behind his desk. 'Yes, but not at the same time,' he says, the monotone of his voice disguising his true irritation. You frowned. Even though he was a CEO, and a capable one at that, he was treating you and Eren like minions. You felt a sudden urge to punch him in the face.

    “I'll come back later then,” you volunteer, turning to leave from the room, but  Levi's voice stops you.

    “No need; I'll see you now.” Levi says, before focusing on Eren. “Jaeger, I want your report on the productivity of the staff in the Sales department. By Monday. Understood?”

    Eren smiled dryly at Levi. “Absolutely, sir,” Eren said.

    Levi nodded absently, before waving in a dismissive way. “You can go. I need to talk to (l/n) alone.”

    Eren eyes you, his gaze saying stay strong, and you send him a silent thank you, feeling your heart sink lower as Eren closes the door behind him. You turn around to see Levi staring at you, and you choke on the lump in your throat.

    It never gets any easier, does it?

    He waves his hand towards the chair in front of his desk. “Sit,” he says, his voice weary.

    You sat.

    Pulling the lemon yellow folder from your clipboard, you launch immediately into your pitch, highlighting potentials and downplaying flaws. And you notice that the whole time, he never looks at you. Your gut clenches tightly, like a snake coiled to strike. Am I that repulsive to you? You can’t help but think, seething inside.

    You finish, and you draw a deep breath. “So that's our proposal,” You say, attempting to catch his eye. “When do you think we could get the approval permits and the sufficient budget to cover it all?”

    He's quiet, his face contemplating, before he leans back into his chair and meets your eyes. “He likes you.”

    You blink, disorientated once more. “I beg your pardon?”

    “Eren. He likes you,” he says, more of a statement than a question.

    Raising an eyebrow at him, you reply, “Weren't you paying ANY attention to what I just said? Were you seriously thinking about that the entire time? I hardly think it a worthy use.”

    He frowned at you, ignoring your questions. “So he does like you.”

   I’ve forgotten just how much this man frustrates me, you think.  “Like hell if I know,” You hiss through gritted teeth. “But I doubt it. You've been looking for an excuse to boot him out the entire time, haven't you?”

    Once the words are out, you curse your blatant nature. Those aren't the things you should be saying to the CEO.

    This time, he full-on glares at you, before standing and bracing his hands on the table. He looms over you, his face fierce and beautiful, and you suddenly hate yourself. You hate yourself for even loving him, and you hate yourself for allowing him to affect you this way.

    His breath snakes out of his mouth, a pale cloud that fans your face. “Do you like him?”

    You meet his gaze fiercely, your hands turning into claws on the arms of the chair. “What if I did? Does it matter?”

    His eyes spark then, like when stone strikes flint. “To me, it does.”

    You feel your pulse thudding, tearing against the skin on your neck, and he reaches out, fisting his hand in your hair. He leans forward, dipping his head in the crook of your neck, and your heart races as you feel his warm breathing grow erratic.

    “Next time,” he growls, his lips grazing your skin in a barely-there gesture. “Know your place when you speak to me.”

    You shiver. As painful as it is, you wrench his hand from your hair, abruptly standing and giving him a wide berth. “I won't do this,” You snap at him. “If you want someone to screw over the water cooler, I'm sure Petra would be glad to let you have your way with her.”

    His eyes glint with anger. “I am definitely not screwing Petra,” he says, anger showing. “Why can't you get it into your thick skull, woman, that I need you?”

    You smile, full of bitterness and pain. “Because I believe I don't have anything you'd need.”

    His gaze softens immediately, and he reaches a hand out, beckoning to you. “(Name), please...” he beckons, his voice betraying his ache.

    You shake your head, straightening your clothes. “I can't let you break me. Not again, Levi.”

    You grab your clipboard and bolt from the room, biting your lip hard enough to suppress the tears. You force the emotions down, down, down; and tell yourself that is where it will stay.

    No, you think to yourself, your lip already beginning to bleed. It never does get any easier.

   I found a song for this part : www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKA1ez…